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Fake Champagne
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Seth Sentry
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[Seth Sentry] Ah man, yo it's like Fake friends, fake handshakes Fake laughs, fake hugs, and fake champagne Man, gimme something real I can tell the difference Gimme something real I can tell the diff- We're just on opposite wavelength, it's you that's gotten all jaded Still knock around with my same friends, ain't nothing ever gon' change things I shouldn't have to explain shit before I finally makes sense I'm off weed, I should change meds 'cause I'm off beat 'cause like Raed I got two brains in the same head... bo-bo-both brain dead My love life is a train wreck, still pay for the date with a rain cheque Tryna study hard for this aids test, in grade ten I got straight F's f*ck latex, I just lock all my family jewels in a vault: Safe sex Argh, I'm so high: Roger Wilco Stuck up in this maze, I got stilts though Crushing corny rappers like a millstone It's a kill zone, man I almost kinda feel for 'em My good friends I keep 'em real close But so far I hear you still moan We've grown apart since we dealt dope But we just never trusted you and still don't [Reefa Franklin$] You got that fake champagne I never sipped on Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all your Fake champagne Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all that Fake champagne [Seth Sentry] The monster I became is off the iron chain I dropped your fighter planes and stomped a tiny conga line of tanks Heard your gossip by the way like I got lost inside a game It was tough to find a save now shut up while I clock the final stage As a kid I would often hide away with a pen tryna to occupy the day Watch friends get jobs that finally pay, I was like "Can you spot a fiver mate?" Felt so self-conscious tryna explain how this dumb hobby of mine is maybe Gonna become a job of mine one day 'cause hip-hop wasn't quite the same Back then everyone'd try take the fruits of my labour they would squash it like a grape While I threw up on the side of stage or forgot which song that I was playing But man this monster I became has still got that homicidal rage Still want to stomp a rivals face and leave nothing but an ultra violet stain (Splat) Get it, good get it, get it, get it, good I hit the books it's what I thought I never could Feels like I'm living my 19 year old pipe dream, this is my scene Doing my thing with my fire team and they watch my play like a live stream Oh, he has changed, so this is what I'd heard about Yeah, I have changed, no shit I'm thirty now So f*ck your word of mouth, just mouth the words Got champagne for my real friends and real fake pain sham for my real Ah f*ck it [Reefa Franklin$] You got that fake champagne I never sipped on Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all your Fake champagne Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all that Fake champagne You got that fake champagne I never sipped on Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all your Fake champagne Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way That fake champagne, stop spilling all that Fake champagne
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